Ink is the blood of the printing-press.
But all was false and hollow; though his tongue Dropp'd manna, and could make the worse appear The better reason, 4 to perplex and dash Maturest counsels.
Courage never to submit of yield.
Wild above rule or art, enormous bliss.
Tower'd cities please us then, And the busy hum of men.
My latest found, Heaven's last, best gift, my ever new delight!